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I stare at the packets. “Why is it in the mixture?”

“It’s to heighten the function of human organs. They’re not only trying to turn humans against shifters; they’re trying to make humans stronger.”

44

MCKENNA

“I’ll see you all in the morning, make sure to get some rest. Tomorrow will be a long day.” With the planning done, Drario gets up and retires to his hotel room. Gnash gets up and follows him not long after.

Mace and I are left alone. I don’t think we’ve had a chance alone together since that night at Drario’s place. That feels like years ago. What do we even say to each other? Does anything need to be said?

In the silence of the room, we stare at each other. He leans against the window sill while I sit on the foot of the bed. I can see on his face that he keeps almost saying something. His mouth opens a little then shuts, just to open again.

“What’re you thinking?”

“I…” Mace looks away from me, out the window. “I’m worried about you. Even if everything goes right tomorrow, it’ll still be dangerous.”

“You don’t need to worry. I can handle myself.”

“I know,” he says, as he looks back at me. “But I’m still worried. I’m not going to stop you from being there tomorrow, but I’ll still be worried.” He looks away again out the window.

The look in his eyes was one of genuine care. Mace truly cares about me. I care about him too, but it’s starting to feel like more. I know we both need to get some rest, but I don’t care, I need him now.

I get up from the bed and saunter over to him. I place a hand on his chin and turn his head to face me. We kiss. He pulls me close to his body as our mouths become one.

As his arms wrap around me, and I feel the warmth of his body against me, I know I’m safe. My fingers run up the curves of his muscled arms as his hands find a resting place on my lower back. I’ve been feeling my emotions for him grow since we’ve met, and I’m ready to give in fully.

“Mace,” I whisper with my lips just centimeters from his. “I need you, I need to feel you.”

I slip my hands into his pants and wrap my hand around his member. Instantly, it starts hardening against my touch. We kiss again as I stroke him. He lets out a soft moan into my mouth.

The sound alone makes me quiver. My body shudders against his. As his cock hardens more and more in my grip, my pussy starts to pulse.

I guide one of Mace’s hands into my pants and he takes control. Now it’s my turn to moan into him as two fingers slip into me.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he mumbles.

Maybe it’s because of how exhausted I am, or how stressful today was, or how close I feel to Mace right now, or any other reason, but I’m already close to orgasm. I can’t even focus on what his fingers are doing. The waves of pleasure coming from below are overwhelming.

“Yes,” I mumble back. “More, Mace, please, don’t stop.”

Finally, there is an exploding sensation. My mind goes blank and all I can think to do is scream. I break away from our kiss and just lean into Mace, with my hand still on his cock. As I moan, his cock twitches even more against my hand.

The sensation starts to fade but– “I need more.” I rip off my shirt and quickly drop my pants. With a smile, Mace follows my lead, tearing off his own clothes.

I take off my bra and Mace instantly pounces. He cups my breasts in his hands and starts kissing my neck. I pull down his boxers and resume stroking.

“Yes, just like that,” I moan. But it’s not enough. “I need you to fuck me.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Mace grins. He spins me around and presses me up against the wall. My nipples harden against the cool touch of the wall. From my angle, in the reflection of the nearby window, I can see Mace admiring my body from behind.

I shake my ass, inviting him in. Even in the reflection, I can tell Mace is almost salivating.

He angles his cock and slides it into me. I gasp. I’m still not used to how big he is. Mace places one hand on my shoulder and the other on my hip and thrusts.

Mace starts slowly at first. His cock filling me up and hitting every pleasure sensor. He picks up the pace, thrusting harder, faster, and deeper. In the reflection on the window, I can see a huge smile on his face.

His hand on my hip drifts down my front. It finds my clit and starts massaging it in time with the thrusts. The pleasure starts to build up in me again.

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